Confession Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

I have not yet discovered
The source of light
That throws images
On the screen of my eyes,
I am yet to come out of darkness
And whatever I have told
Of accurate shape and size
With so vibrating words
Are only the images
Of my fading away dreams

It is told that
Those who have reached
the source
Have turned dumb and blind
With dazzling of the light
And what they said
Are the opposites of what is seen
And the words are a handful of ash
Without any sparkle of fire in it

So it is declared
That the source is not somewhere
Far far beyond
Not in the idols put in temples
Nor in the seclusion of knowledge
of the wise minds
It is there everywhere
In every atom of matter
In you and me

How fool I am not to know
That the images of my dreams
Are the reflections of that light.